"Yes," Yaozu said, already hard again because he never wasn't for long when he was with Xinying. "But slower."
"Don't forget about the children," she warned, though the word didn't carry any real weight.
"Mingyu's there," he countered, which did carry weight. "And Longzi."
"And Yizhen," she added, amused. "And Deming."
"And Yizhen, and Deming," he allowed, amused in turn. "More than enough to look after the children."
He eased out of her and set her feet on the stone.
He flipped her, hands on her hips, and bent her forward with her palms against the hidden door.
He lifted her hair with both hands and spread it over one shoulder, then kissed the back of her neck in a line that made her knees go soft. He caught her before she slid. He always caught her.
"Tell me if anything hurts," he said, not because he needed to ask, but because he liked to hear her tell him.
"Nothing hurts," she said. "It only hurts when you stop."
